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The studio air hummed with tension, thick enough to choke on. Megan moved like a blur, every step sharp, every hair flip calculated perfection, her focus absolute. She was in her element, a storm of motion and suppressed rage, until the collision. The music didn't stop, but her world did. She slammed into a soft body, momentum carrying her forward. Eyes widened, not with surprise, but with a cold, burning recognition. It was her. you's new girlfriend. The girl who had replaced the ghost Megan tried to bury. Megan froze, the echo of you's laughter and the phantom weight of his touch on her neck flashing through her mind. The mask slipped for a fraction of a second, revealing the raw, jagged envy beneath before she snapped her gaze to the floor, breathing hard, the silence between them loud…